Throwback Thursday! Rest in Fun Terry Pratchett

This week is the two year anniversary of the passing of one of my favorite authors. If you don’t know his work, I hope this persuades you to read one of his books.

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(03/15/2015) The literary world has lost a wonderful writer. Sir Terry Pratchett died yesterday at the age of 66 due to Alzheimers. In the title I wrote ‘Rest in Fun’ and I believe that Terry will certainly be having a wonderful time in the afterlife. Yes, if there is an afterlife, I believe that Terry Pratchett probably embraced the new adventure he embarked upon yesterday. Why would I think this? I think this because he wrote of Death. It was a character in some of his books.

The Independent: “But unlike the cold, stereotypical hooded figure wielding a scythe, Pratchett’s Death is a haphazard figure who we see embarking on the very human experiences of getting drunk, dancing wildly and even hankering after happiness. He likes cats. He enjoys curry.”

From his hilarious book Good Omens: ‘DON’T THINK OF IT AS DYING,’ said Death. ‘JUST THINK OF IT AS LEAVING EARLY TO AVOID THE RUSH.’

From his book, Sourcery: ‘Death isn’t cruel, merely terribly, terribly good at his job.’

From Terry’s Twitter yesterday:
Terry’s books were very funny satire and fantasy on all manner of the human condition. If you haven’t read him yet, Good Omens, which he co-wrote with Neil Gaimans, is one of my favorites.

Have a great Friday! You too Terry. ~Phil

5 responses to “Throwback Thursday! Rest in Fun Terry Pratchett

  1. I haven’t read his books but I will definitely put him on my to-read list. I like the idea of Death having its own distinct personality. 🙂

  2. Love his books and him! His legacy lives on! 🙂

  3. Super tribute, Phil.

  4. Awesome tribute, Phil! One of my favorite death quotes (to be clear, about death, not spoken by DEATH) is from Reaper Man –

    “In the Ramtop village where they dance the real Morris dance, for example, they believe that no-one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away – until the clock he wound up winds down, until the wine she made has finished its ferment, until the crop they planted is harvested. The span of someone’s life, they say, is only the core of their actual existence.”

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